Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It's obviously a rooftop in the photo, in the dark.

Song Weiyu was slightly drunk and was wearing a champagne-colored suspender skirt. Chen Fang put his arm around her waist, looked at the woman in his arms with eyes that he couldn't even detect, and they kissed.

In this photo, the atmosphere is ambiguous and the light is dense. The man is strong and the woman is soft and strong.

Li Nian's focus of concern completely shifted, and he said with a smile: "Look at the muscles in Chen Fang's arms. They tensed up when he hugged you. Tell me, can he pick you up with one hand?"

Song Weiyu reluctantly took back his phone and raised his eyelids: "Stop thinking blindly. Let's go and fight."

Assistant Hao Te drove the car towards the carpet.

The drop-off point is when there are many people, and there are many familiar faces.

"Song Weiyu, believe it or not, people of this level are willing to come to Li Shiyi's shabby drinking party because they heard about your appearance today. Half of them are waiting to see your jokes, and the other half are looking forward to helping you."

This kind of big scene with bad intentions and everyone's own agenda has not been seen for many years.

Song Weiyu snorted and smiled very meaningfully. I'm ready to move, I can't hold back the AK in my heart.

Before getting off the car, I pressed the wound on my leg. It felt a little numb on the surface, so I thought it was no longer in the way.

But as soon as her feet hit the ground, a deep pain immediately came, and her body tilted slightly, which was not obvious.

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard the reporter's low voice next to me.

"I'm coming."

She endured the pain, brushed her long hair that fell on her chest, and stepped onto the carpet with a strategic smile.

The flashlights lit up in a hurry, as if they were all working for her alone.

Li Nian stepped to her side and whispered: "You are stunning. When the flashlight shines on you, you are simply the best in the world. If those two men don't come, it will definitely be a regret in this life."

The two of them smiled lightly and waved to a few reporters who looked familiar to them.

Walk forward slowly.

"Look at Li Shiyi's face. From the moment she saw you getting off the car, her face was green."

Before Song Weiyu could raise his eyes to admire the green face, reporters who didn't understand the rules got in from behind the fence. When other reporters saw this, they ignored the rules and hurriedly followed behind.

In an instant, the two-and-a-half-meter-wide carpet was blocked.

"May I ask, Director Song, whether the recent rumors that you and Director Fu are divorcing are true or false?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Song. Mr. Fu didn't attend the reception with you tonight. Is it because of the divorce?"

The party bodyguards who were supposed to stop him didn't help.

At the door of the banquet hall, Li Shiyi looked at Song Weiyu who was surrounded by reporters, and a proud smile slowly appeared on his face.

But underneath the smile, there was deep jealousy.

She was so beautiful, especially in the dress she wore tonight, like a hazy flower blooming on the sea, both natural and stunning, as if everyone had become her background.

However, the background board that has been there for ten years is not here today.

Li Shiyi looked at the crowd. Usually at this time, Chen Fang would have already used his cold face to scare away the reporters with his eyes.

It hasn't appeared yet, and today, Song Weiyu's car is not Chen Fang's 8888.

Then Chen Fang and Fu Haitang are not here at the same time, wouldn't tonight be...

Can you bully her severely? After all, this is your own place.

Thinking of this, Li Shiyi's face immediately improved a lot, and he looked at Song Weiyu among the reporters.

This woman also has a calm smile, she can really fake it.

"Director Song, please say something. We have asked so many questions, please answer one at least."

Song Weiyu nodded and said softly: "Why, is the interview point arranged by Mr. Li today on the entrance carpet? But in this case, are we blocking the way for others to enter the venue?"

Li Nian immediately pointed to the guests who were blocked behind him and said to the bodyguard who was still looking at him:

"This is the first time that Mr. Li has held such a large-scale cocktail party, so there will inevitably be some inappropriateness. We understand. You go and tell her and arrange for reporters to ask questions at the interview point. Don't have so many people crowded on the carpet. It's so unruly. "

The bodyguard was suppressed by the aura of these two people. He was stunned and hurriedly ran to Li Shiyi.

After hearing what the bodyguard said, Li Shiyi's face turned red.

Not far away, the two people were like two flowers on the same branch. In the center of a circle of shots, they stretched elegantly and looked at her with pity.

The customers who were blocked behind were already complaining, so Li Shiyi hurriedly walked down the steps and walked into the middle of the crowd.

"Journalists, the interview point is at the signature board. After taking pictures of the guests entering the venue, please move to the signature board and then conduct the interview."

The reporters did not move, especially the people in the front row surrounding Song Weiyu, who did not want to give up this excellent position.

Li Shiyi lost face a little.

The anxious guests behind have already circled around the fence to enter. As they passed by, they were muttering: "Can it be done? I can't control this scene. What's the point of blocking the road?"

Li Shiyi's face suddenly turned red, and he shouted again, asking the bodyguards to go in and clear the way.

The bodyguard was neither serious nor serious, and almost hit the reporter's camera, which made the reporter dissatisfied.

There were so many people that they couldn't move at all.

After pushing and shoving, Li Shiyi became a little anxious. She repeated her words several times but no one listened to her.

Song Weiyu smiled helplessly and pretended to be very generous and gentle:

"Staff please do not have physical collisions with journalists, especially do not touch their photography equipment. Thank you. For the sake of both parties, let's just follow Mr. Li's arrangements now, okay?"

She raised her peach blossom eyes, glanced at Li Shiyi lightly, and then said:

"After all, this is Mr. Li's cocktail party. It would be inappropriate for us to gather around here. I also promise everyone that we will be interviewed at the interview point soon."

She spoke so gently and gracefully, with a considerate smile on her face. The reporter closest to her seemed to be attracted by the scent of wintersweet on her body.

He took the initiative to take half a step back, fearing that he might accidentally touch her picturesque beauty.

Song Weiyu then pointed to the banquet hall: "I guess the interview point is still empty now. Journalists, whoever arrives first will be able to stand in a good position."

As soon as the reporters outside heard this, they were the first to run away. Hula led a group of reporters towards the interview point.

The crowd hurried past the door of the banquet hall, and a chuckle came from behind the pillars.

Sun Hexi smiled and whispered into the phone: "Okay, don't get on, stay put, sister-in-law will handle it by herself."

After saying this, there was a row of more than a dozen cars not far away. They just opened the door, closed it again, and waited quietly in the car.

On the entrance carpet, Li Shiyi saw that most of the reporters had dispersed, with a somewhat angry expression on his face.

I shouted for a long time but no one answered me. This woman could resolve this conflict in just a few words.

I was thinking about how to save some face.